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Angela Crabtree Poem
Wandering eyes piercing silent wounds
focusing on whatever temporarily resumed
wondering what havoc makes this love abound
never turning to look around
eyes only for each other
closer than a brother
lush we have in togetherness swoon
not a fragile balloon
stare into the deepest oceans
blue and hazel turn into private notions
a precious gem of emerald green
sparkling in winters seen
focusing on what's golden
values set in motionless smoulder
shameless in perfection felt
turn no tables forever dwelt
may no person interfere
their name will smear
melodies steep the night
holding on tight
viking and Celt collide
conveying what's on the inside
seeking virtues amongst the plains
it only hurts because it rains
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Mesmerized by silence
the maiden sips the chalice
dipping drink in pilonce
entertaining life without malice
indulgence fills the music
into the cup she holds
sifted in sobriety dousing with fluid
til the limitless path unfolds
to savor is her destruction
she must be careful of a fall
for the entirety of life's instruction
she'll learn to heed the call
maybe it will relinquish
the magic that it bids
and binding won't distinguish
between the garbage it rids
moreover this gift is freedom
but not ever to be free
the punishment is thrice beaten
will she refrain I guess we shall see
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There was a little boy so blue
amongst the pain of life he grew
He wondered where he'd be one day
so Satan helped to lead the way
He longed to walk home in the sun
but evil forces made him run
The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to employ children to avenge
He made those bullies cruel
"persecute this child to - and - from school"
No one to trust to teach him well
so evil led his pride to swell
There was a little girl as well
who grew up in a different hell
She was abandoned by her mom
her life was anything but calm
She was adopted by a rigid pair
but she longed for love and truth to share
Nobody seemed to fit the mold
consumed with lies that she was told
Satan also grabbed this chance
she ran through life without a glance
A player she could not commit
her soul-mate had to be legit
Now he's my husband I am his wife
I finally took that chance in life
For I was ready to forgive
but he had never learned to live
How ironic that these two should meet
I'm ready to ground he runs in defeat
Now here I sit back at the start
while my "soul-mate's" going to break my heart
He's still a runner and I'm here to stay
two people can't grow if one is this way
He promised his soul to me
but I am still one in this unity
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2008
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I am too sensitive to which I strive to disarrange
I need the love of others and I crave it in exchange
Just when I feel that I am there much to my dismay
there again I'm wondering what they conceive and say
Many hours I sit inside myself and my thoughts do stink
there are things I need to do and I can't afford to sink
I attempt to word things right but they seem to come out wrong
this impoverished mindset has to cease it's been taking way too long
I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came
I perceive the answer but it's difficult for me to place such blame
I'm a product of neglect that stems from childhood this is true
still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do
God I pray to you now to insist me to forgive
to invoke these people so they realize there is a another way to live
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As you stand in the sun by the ocean today.
When you feel a breeze from the east come your way.
It is me, can you feel it? It is me, I am there.
As you stand in the water and gaze at the land.
When a wave from the west lightly tickles your hand.
It is me, can you feel it? It is me, if you dare.
As you stand under the moon in nights pure desire.
Gather wood from the south and start a bright fire.
It is me, can you foresee it? It is me in the flare.
As you run, modify your direction and don't cut through the grass.
head north and a little blonde girl you will pass.
It is me, can you foresee her? It is me gold and fair.
As you lie in your bed ponder on these things tonight.
My spirit is with you; Allow your thoughts to ingest flight!
It is me, can you hear me? It is me everywhere.
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Flawless imperfections without divine words of remorse
saturated the light within my fractured soul
a situation transcending as silence took its course
upon awaited trepidation I hand to you the scroll
Lawless obligations pack the pages of the script
within lies the endless content of my reasoning
misapplication and disregard is the theme you slowly flip
as the ink drips on the floor forever bleeding
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As I lie in this box all dirty and scuffed
I remember the time I was shiny and fluffed
Alone and forgotten I doubt that is true
For I was once savored in red white and blue
Although it may seem it was a long time ago
I once flew through the air in many a show
I was waved at through crowds as I proudly appeared
So high I did blow and to many was feared
There's no need to worry I'll be back once again
I dislike this box and I do miss the wind
Why must I wait until the fourth of July
For I am grand it's my duty to fly
Until then I will stay my memories in bloom
Maybe the maid will free me when she tidies the room
It's true that she likes me she flew me last spring
Some sort of occasion a Memorial thing
This can't be my destiny for I stand for the truth
I'm not just a toy what's wrong with our youth
I hear them play music of hate and it hurts
I am used to large stadiums and enormous concerts
How I long for the trumpet a victorious sound
Still I'm here when you're ready not lost nor found
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Beautiful lights that glare before me,
Magic delights you allow me to be.
Mystical Rain in the sky up above,
Mystical Rain throwing stardust of love.
A surreal sight as I stand and adore,
Leading the way - so that men reach the shore.
Mystical Rain in the air all around,
Mystical Rain making love without sound.
Marvelous specks of desire in my view,
Lightly you peck at my face as the dew.
Mystical Rain; blue metallic and green.
Mystical Rain; play your tune quite serene.
A show so alive as you dart through the sky,
Helping planes through the mist, where pilots do fly.
Mystical Rain; shine your light in my path.
Mystical Rain warm my heart; causing me to laugh.
Editing by Lindsay Laurie
Copyright © Angela Crabtree | Year Posted 2008
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Deeply my soul transcends to your flame
burning brightly we shine on the shore
silent ingression ascends without shame
to be free once again to adore
We continue to sparkle though, dark is the night
through storms we will anchor or steer
moving time with my glimmery watch in your sight
together we'll always appear
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He lives with her and says for sure, that's where he wants to be.
A lovely wife, who hides her strife, how attractive; Not to me.
Though she did stray, he chose to stay, defending love unkind.
He claims success, when it's a mess; A delusion of the mind.
He comes to me for I am free, my mind and soul complete.
I do not reflect; I have self-respect and can't settle for defeat.
It's difficult to say why he won't stay, perhaps I'm just to real.
He can't fool me, for I can see beyond ones fake appeal.
He will not leave, though she'll deceive and hide behind her fear.
It's way too late to close that gate; He would rather die than veer.
There was a time it crossed my mind, he'd pick this maiden fair.
This is me, miss reality, and he's not going anywhere.
Although I know that time will show, mistakes burn deep, ask me?
For I've been there without passions flare, and I lived in misery.
At least I know I'm not a show, but it seems that's what they crave.
A challenge, please! I'll never tease and you can mark that on my grave!
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